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Dark moon on my shoulder,
cold as death on the skin,
rising to the bones.
When the echoes harvest,
and the nursery is quite…
quite empty, quite dead.
Mama goin to build a guillotine,
to scratch her back,
as daddy plays dominoes,
and drinks Coors Lite.

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